milk moustaches and blueberry fingers



Thats me when I get to Sweden…one of the first things I do when I arrive is to down a whole pint of milk with endless chunks of sweet bread and if I am lucky and it is the season, I march out into the forest and stuff myself with fresh blueberries….. oh beautiful Sweden …..



Now this may not sound too strange except for the fact that I steer away from all wheat and dairy in England….but in Sweden I just can’t resist …. maybe the cows are happier in Sweden, who knows… but the bread…. well I blame my Mormor (grandmother) …. my beautiful Mormor with her silver hair and graceful time shrunken body … floating around in silken floral housecoats and white flat shoes……… she made cherry soup, (cherries picked from her own trees), blueberry drink and sweet, sweet, fennel bread mmmmmm …. hence the fixation …… with one taste I travel back in time, sitting in the kitchen, my legs not yet long enough to reach the ground .. mormor cutting me yet another slice of bread, pouring me yet another glass of milk … I am home … in Sweden …  my whole life stretching before me … oh the power of the senses ……… 



                                                           my homemade Swedish Bread



                                   Tomorrow I shall give you the recipe ………. a perfect treat for christmas



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